And there it was, the truth at last. We had been arguing for days, but it was only now, as she stood by the front door, an overnight back slung over her shoulder, that one of us had the courage to say it. The only thing that had kept us together these past few months was nothing more than fear and inertia. Part of my mind was jealous that it was her and not me who finally made the first move. The rest of me was frantically trying to think of a reason to stop her from walking out the door.
She stared at me, daring, begging me to deny what she had said. I could feel my desperation mounting as I racked my brain. Damn it, we had been together for over three years! In all that time, there had to have been something.
She sighed. A deep bracing sigh. I knew in a moment it would become too late. We'd never be able to go back. I needed to say something, anything to stop and allow me to think.
"What about 'Breakfast at Tiffanys'?" I found myself saying.
She was quiet for a moment. One endless beat of a moment. "I remember the film," she finally said, a hint of puzzled amusement in her voice.
"Thats good" I thought, "amusement is good, I can work with that." I chose my next word carefully.
"Well," I started, licking my lips. ""As I recall, I think... we both kind of liked it."
The words hung between us for an eternity. Then slowly, she placed her bag onto the floor.
"Well then" she said nodding, her eyes welling with tears, "that's one thing we got."
*LAME GUITAR SOLO*
